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 Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2019 3:33 pm
  Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn  Pureblood | Gryffindor | Fourth Year | Fourteen Years Old | Art Club | Music Club➯ Autumn 2046 ➯ Common Room ➯ With: Rickie➯ Wearing:Uniform with loosened tie ➯ Status: [x]═══════════════════X♫X♌X⚠X═══════════════════ “No, I know, but—“ It wasn’t exactly what she meant, she wasn’t saying she didn’t have any. She was grateful for them—all of them—but that didn’t change the inevitability that it would hurt once it was all over, and that maybe it would have been easier if she had just ignored Gram’s advice about talking to people on that very first day on the train. Aldrick’s arms wrapped around her and Elizabeth made no move to stop him, nor to reciprocate, her arms limp at her sides. ‘He’s warm…’ She lay her cheek against the side of his head and closed her eyes, listening quietly to his reassurances and urging the stinging behind her eyes to go away.
Was she a good person? Elizabeth wasn’t sure she agreed with that. Aldrick was infuriating on his worst days, aggravating at best, but he’d been nothing but a good friend to her while she completely snubbed him. Now here he was holding her and telling her everything was okay. Lizzie’s arms lifted and settled around his abdomen, clinging to the comfort so graciously offered. ‘I’m such an idiot.’ She exhaled sharply through her nose, holding back a snicker at the tease at the end of his little speech. At least it wasn’t Yeti. The lad was really trying, and Lizzie wanted nothing more than to return the favor. She didn’t know Jessilyn that well, but she could try her best to make her like her, right? Then she’d still have her best friend, and he could be happy with his girlfriend. She had gone to voice such, lifting her head as she started, “I’ll try an—“ only to be abruptly cut off by something soft and warm against her lips. The lioness froze, body tensing as she tried to make sense of what was happening, only for what felt like all the blood in her body to rush to her face as she forcefully shoved him to arms’ length, hands tight on his shoulders. “Wh-what was that?” She asked, eyes wide and voice shaken. That was a kiss. Did Aldrick just kiss her? Did she kiss Aldrick? She didn’t know, but it certainly wasn’t how she planned for her first kiss to pan out. It was one thing when she had the thought to pursue it the year before—she was in control of the situation. But this? No, Lizzie didn’t quite know how to handle this. “Did we just—Was that really? What were you—what was I--?!” Noticing her hands were still on him after what seemed like forever, she ripped her hands away from his shoulders as if he was an open flame, withdrawing to rest fingertips where he had just kissed.
It wasn’t the worst thing, but she couldn’t let him know that. The situation needed defused, and quick, if she hoped to not damage their relationship further than she already had the past weeks. With great effort she tore her eyes away from him, fingers balling into a loose fist. Her face felt like fire. Did it match her hair? Spotting a chair within reach she knew what she had to do. She grabbed a pillow from the seat and held it in front of her chest, eyes resolute. “Rickie, yer one o’ my best mates in the world, and I’m really glad we’re gonnae be okay an’ all, and it was real nice o’ you to comfort me like that, but as your friend, I ‘ave t' make somethin’ very clear:” She smacked him with the pillow in the side, then proceeded to emphasize each word with another hit. “FRIENDS. DO. NOT. KISS. FRIENDS!”
════════════════════════════════════════════════And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around
Our love is pastured such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues strong
But it's always darkest before the dawn
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2019 6:21 pm
 ☽Aldrick✩Knapp☾
Gryffindor Fourth Year ▬▬ "In learning you will teach,"▬▬
Aldrick stepped back from Lizzie once it clicked what he had just done. He had kissed his best friend. His face turned a deep crimson, and then, out of nowhere, he was being hit by a pillow very aggressively. “What the heck Elizabeth!” Then her words registered, friends don’t kiss friends. Right, they were only friends, nothing else. “Of course we don't’ kiss! That was a complete accident Liz! I wouldn’t want to kiss you if you were the last female on earth anyways.” He wiped his mouth off, just to get his point across, “Let’s pretend that didn’t happen. I’m going to go away now, unless you have any objections? You can go back to whatever you were running off to, I’ll go back to making paper balls to throw at people, and we will only remember from this interaction that acceptance was given, and that you’re my friend again. Okay?” He stood back a few steps, and waited for the second blow, he couldn’t believe he had told ELIZABETH SPEKTOR That he wouldn’t kiss her if she was the last female on earth. That was a lie. She WAS a pretty good kisser, he could get on kissing that some more. Nah. He had Jess to go after anyways.
▬▬ "and in teaching you will learn." ▬▬ ╔══════════════╗
Where: Common Room - A week or two after sorting
With Whom: The Yeti
Thinking about: I'd kiss that
Aldrick Description: 5'5" Blond boy with gorgeous eyes.
Wearing: Jeans and button down shirt, that's half unbuttoned
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2019 4:51 pm
Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn Pureblood | Gryffindor | Fourth Year | Fourteen Years Old | Art Club | Music Club➯ Autumn 2046 ➯ Common Room ➯ With: Rickie➯ Wearing:Uniform with loosened tie ➯ Status: "Stupid Boys..."═══════════════════X♫X♌X⚠X═══════════════════ “You absolute tosser!” Lizzie nearly yelled with another smack for emphasis, the scarlet tinge in her cheeks only deepening in her utter embarrassment. Not even if she was the last female on Earth? What was that supposed to mean?! She was sure he had only been trying to deflate the situation, but all those words managed to accomplish was make her feel small as an ant. He’d been her first choice when she had first wanted to get the blasted thing over with. What was so bad about her?
She had the sinking feeling it had to do with why he always called her Yeti.
Elizabeth dropped the cushion, only half listening to Aldrick’s rambling. The lioness was tired. She didn’t want to hang around, she didn’t want to paint. It was times like this she really wished she had her grandmother nearby for guidance. She sighed, waving the boy off as she made her way up the steps. “Whatever. It’s fine. We’ll talk tomorrow, Rickie.” And she meant it. Lizzie was glad to have things resolved, but for now, she was in desperate need for some time alone with her cat.
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I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around
Our love is pastured such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues strong
But it's always darkest before the dawn
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2021 7:34 pm
 
✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ тнe тrυтн ιѕ, тнe тrυтн ιѕ a нeavy ѕтone
тнe тrυтн ιѕ, тнe тrυтн ιѕ a нeavy ѕтone
ѕo won'т yoυ нelp мe вroтнer
caυѕe ι can'т lιғт тнιѕ on мy own═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceBook felt like he was about to lose his bloody mind. He felt itchy, settled on his bed in his dorm trying to do homework he didn't care about instead of running around this giant bloody castle he now called his sometimes-home. He'd tried, really he had, to focus on the reading for Transfiguration, but he hated maths and somehow Transfiguration looked like bloody maths. It was absurd. He wanted to do well in school, really, because it would probably annoy his Mum if he did well at magic school after being mediocre at "normal" school, and also Glynn might be impressed if he made high marks. But he physically could not sit here and stare at this equation for another second. He couldn't. He wasn't built that way.
spaceAfter a long, fruitless battle, he found himself wondering what his aunt would do in this situation. Which, as soon as he asked the question, the answer became laughably obvious. She would drop her homework and go do something fun. Not to ignore her homework altogether, he didn't think, because she was brilliant and surely you had to do your homework to get that brilliant? But he bet anything she'd say to take a lap, get into some trouble, blow something the bloody hell up, to release some pent-up energy. Right? Right.
spaceTrouble was, he wasn't from a magical family, and didn't know much about Hogwarts or the rules, beyond the obvious. Not that he was a stickler for rules by any means, but it wouldn't do to get expelled, and breaking rules was only really fun when you knew you were breaking them, anyway. He needed... a guide. Hm.
spaceWith that thought, he jumped from his bed, his things strewn across it (he'd clean up later... probably), and practically raced down the stairs. After a short scan of the common room, he spotted Aria, and grinned. She was from a magic family, right? What with her mum being some bigshot magical sport goddess or some shite, so she'd probably know things. She could help. If he could convince her to, anyway.
spaceBook sauntered over to the couch she was set up on, eyed the books she had settled nearby (some of them the same ones he had on his bed upstairs), and rather inelegantly collapsed on the couch next to her, closer than was probably appropriate for classmate/acquaintances. He didn't think they were friends, yet. Perhaps not ever, but he wasn't opposed to the idea. Anyway, it was moot, since he didn't care if he was too close.
space"Homework?" he asked, because she might be doing that, but she might also be reading for fun. One was preferable to the other; he was more likely to convince her to ditch it if it were homework. He assumed, anyway. If she were some Crazy Brain she'd probably be in Ravenclaw, right? That was the nerd house, to his remembrance. Glynn was a Ravenclaw. And Alby, Merc's business partner. Nerds, both of 'em. He rolled the idea around in his head a moment, then charged forward. "You should take a break. I'm taking a break, I can't sit still and inside anymore. Come for a walk with me, keep me company," he asked, inserting a dramatic whine into his voice. Annoying, possibly. Also possibly effective. He didn't know her well enough to guess yet.
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тнe тrυтн wιll ѕeт yoυ ғree (yeѕ ιт wιll)
тнe тrυтн wιll, тнe тrυтн wιll ѕeт yoυ ғree
ιт'ѕ a вιттer pιll мy people
well we вeттer ѕтarт cнewιng, ιғ yoυ ĸnow wнaт ι мean═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Common Room - Couch near the fire
wнen - Early Autumn 2053
wιтн - Aria
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2021 8:31 am
 ♡ Aria ♡ Artemisia Rosalie League ♡----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- xxxxxx Time: Fall 2053
Location: White jeans, a tan turtleneck, and a tan plaid vest
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2021 10:11 pm
✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ тнe тrυтн ιѕ, тнe тrυтн ιѕ a нeavy ѕтone
тнe тrυтн ιѕ, тнe тrυтн ιѕ a нeavy ѕтone
ѕo won'т yoυ нelp мe вroтнer
caυѕe ι can'т lιғт тнιѕ on мy own═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceBook's nose wrinkled as Aria described what she was reading, skeptical. "So... you're doing extra, not-assigned, homework," he drawled, reconsidering his assertion that she probably wasn't a nerd. That sounded pretty nerdy. Not that there was anything wrong with being a nerd, he thought Glynn and Alby were cool enough; it was usually just harder to get nerds away from their books than non-nerds. He liked books okay, but not history ones. Well, usually. He liked those "weird and strange" history books, or stuff about monsters. He realized, very suddenly, that magic was real, and that might mean monsters were, too. That... that was something to consider. Later, though.
spaceShe'd closed the book, so he couldn't attempt to read over her shoulder, which meant he wasn't able to see if these goblin wars made for interesting reading. He huffed. "Were they a big deal?" he asked, admittedly curious. "Just, I wonder how muggles don't know about them, if they were. Seems like it'd be hard to cover up. Then again, I guess people can be pretty dumb." The number one thing he'd discovered since becoming a wizard was that people were apparently amazing at not noticing magic happening right under their noses. It was bizarre.
spaceHe perked up when she agreed, more easily than he'd assumed (he'd thought he'd have to grovel a little, for sure). And she even had an idea of what to do! That was way better than him, he thought with a grin. "I didn't have a plan," he admitted, "I just couldn't sit up there staring at my Transfiguration book for another second. Need to move some, you know? But, the kitchens sounds fun! I didn't know students would be allowed down there." He noticed her proffered hand, and took it to help her up from the couch. She probably could've gotten up on her own, he thought, but she also seemed sort of... weird. Not in a bad way! Just... weird. So maybe this was a Weird-Aria thing. As she stood, something she'd said registered, and he blinked. "Uh, so, what's a house-elf?" he asked.
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тнe тrυтн wιll ѕeт yoυ ғree (yeѕ ιт wιll)
тнe тrυтн wιll, тнe тrυтн wιll ѕeт yoυ ғree
ιт'ѕ a вιттer pιll мy people
well we вeттer ѕтarт cнewιng, ιғ yoυ ĸnow wнaт ι мean═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Common Room - Couch near the fire
wнen - Early Autumn 2053
wιтн - Aria
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2021 9:01 am
♡ Aria ♡ Artemisia Rosalie League ♡----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- xxxxxx Time: Fall 2053
Location: White jeans, a tan turtleneck, and a tan plaid vest
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2021 10:04 pm
✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ тнe тrυтн ιѕ, тнe тrυтн ιѕ a нeavy ѕтone
тнe тrυтн ιѕ, тнe тrυтн ιѕ a нeavy ѕтone
ѕo won'т yoυ нelp мe вroтнer
caυѕe ι can'т lιғт тнιѕ on мy own═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceBook rolled his eyes somewhat at the "history repeats itself" speech, one he'd heard multiple times from his parents. Still, he smiled at Aria. "S'pose if you're reading about it to avoid war, that's not so bad," he considered, though the subject itself still sounded bloody boring. "Hey, you know, I heard there's a LARPing club, wonder if we could do like, a collab sort of thing with them. Historical re-enactments. Those're a thing, yeah? Way more fun than reading about it." Alright, so maybe he just wanted to grab a fake weapon and charge at his classmates, full tilt, like a crazy person. He thought that was a pretty normal thing for an eleven-year-old boy to want.
spaceHe swore, every time she spoke, she just kept saying more and more terms that meant nothing to him. "I feel like I should've gotten some kinda magical study guide before coming to this school," he confessed with a scowl. "I never understand half of what you're saying." At least this time, she'd explained it herself without his having to ask. "That's kinda messed up, though. Messing with people's memory like that. Not like anyone's ever done anything bad with that, I'm sure." His tone was positively dripping sarcasm at this point. He sure hoped there was some serious vetting happening with whoever had that job.
spaceAs she explained about the kitchens, his eyebrows shot up, his expression becoming almost manic in its glee. "Aria, are you suggesting that we break rules?" he asked, clearly pleased with the prospect. "And here I thought I was going to have to drag you into it. Instead you're the bad influence! My mum's never gonna believe it." He was sort of curious about the house-elves, because the whole thing sounded sort of... hm. Weird. But, magic, he was learning, was super weird. So he'd just have to roll with it. "You should prob'ly lead the way, since I've got no idea where we're going," he told her, more than happy to let her be in charge of this venture. He still couldn't quite navigate the castle without getting lost, anyway.
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тнe тrυтн wιll ѕeт yoυ ғree (yeѕ ιт wιll)
тнe тrυтн wιll, тнe тrυтн wιll ѕeт yoυ ғree
ιт'ѕ a вιттer pιll мy people
well we вeттer ѕтarт cнewιng, ιғ yoυ ĸnow wнaт ι мean═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Common Room - Couch near the fire
wнen - Early Autumn 2053
wιтн - Aria
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2021 4:03 pm
♡ Aria ♡ Artemisia Rosalie League ♡----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- xxxxxx Time: Fall 2053
Location: White jeans, a tan turtleneck, and a tan plaid vest
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2025 10:01 am
xxxxxx /•xxxCharolette (Carter) McFallonxxxx-/-xx/-/xx-/-xxxxxxxxxxxx•–-/-â–Gryffindor. . . •› Fun Facts/-/( Lattes and Late Nights ) •
When an owl dropped a package at the Gryffindor table, Carter was finishing breakfast. The parcel was wrapped in newspaper and had a small card scribbled in her Papa's handwriting. With a small squeak, she finished her breakfast quickly before heading to the common room. She had asked her Papa to send a package with jewelry-making supplies, if he found any, from the different antique deals he often met with. He had come through with a tub of assorted beads from an estate sale.
The gift itself was already wrapped up and ready for her to sign the postcard, which her grandmother had also picked out from the shop. It was older, weathered from usage, and looked like New York in the 1990s. She tucked it on top of the package with a short inscription.
Quote: Jazz, Thank you for being my friend this school year. Making crafts with you has been one of the many highlights of my year. Here's to us making so many more next year. -C. McFallon
Carter sat at their usual crafting table. This time, she had her notebook before her, but with a slight bounce to her sitting. She was excited to see not only what her grandfather had found, but also to give the gift to a new friend.
Where: Great Hall -> Common Room
Thoughts: I hope Jazz likes my gift!
Who: Nobody
Outfit: [x]
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2025 6:46 pm
xx❉ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Gryffindor Common Room
xxx❉ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Carter!
xxxx❉ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Crafts Day!
xxxxx❉ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I love crafting with friends!
Jazz had been eating breakfast with Hattie, they were headed back up to their room. Today was a good day to be creative, so maybe they'd go to the art room... or maybe just the table by the fireplace. That was a good place to craft. Though, when they walked, in, Jazz was excited to see one of their new best friends there. "G'mornin, Carter! I-I was j-just going t-to get my cr-craft st-stuff, if you w-want to join in." They offered over a gap-toothed smile toward the younger Gryffindor, hoping to have a craft buddy for today. Carter always had really good ideas for crafts. Maybe they could use modeling clay? It'd be fun, for sure!
{{Wearing :: Citrus Bliss}}
Oɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴇʟs ᴏғ ᴡᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ sᴛᴏʀᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ
Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғʟʏ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ
Pᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ʙᴜʀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ʙɪʀᴅs, ᴛʜɪs ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛs ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs
Sᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴍʏᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ!
Bɪʀᴅs-ᴇʏᴇ ᴠɪᴇᴡ, ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ
Wɪᴅᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ
Cʜᴀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇʀʏ
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡɪɴɢs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴜᴘ sᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
Sᴏ ʙɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ
Aɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ!
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2025 8:13 pm
xxxxxx /•xxxCharolette (Carter) McFallonxxxx-/-xx/-/xx-/-xxxxxxxxxxxx•–-/-â–Gryffindor. . . •› Fun Facts/-/( Lattes and Late Nights ) •
Carter smiled up at Jazz as she walked into the common room. Carter stood up and laughed when Jazz asked if she wanted to craft with them. "I love your sweater! Actually, before you head up and get anything, I have something for you." She paused and handed the neatly wrapped package to Jazz with a smile. "My Papa found it while antique hunting and thought you could use it!"
Carter rocked on her heels, waiting for the older Gryffindor to open the package. She hoped that Jazz liked the antique beads.
Where: Common Room
Thoughts: I hope Jazz likes my gift!
Who: Jazz
Outfit: [x]
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2025 4:32 pm
xx❉ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Gryffindor Common Room
xxx❉ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Carter!
xxxx❉ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Crafts Day!
xxxxx❉ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I love crafting with friends!
When Carter commented on her sweater, Jazz couldn't help but grin. They also really loved their orange-y sweater. But before they could hurry up the stairs, Carter said she had something for her. Jazz looked over with surprise in their wide eyes, accepting the package from their friend. Apparently her Papa had found it during an antique hunt. "Y-you d-didn't have t-to get me anyth-thing." They felt a little bad, since they didn't really have anything gift-worthy to give. Opening the package, Jazz gasped. "Oh wow! Th-these are so neat! L-look!" Jazz showed the little bead case, their smile never wavering. It wasn't every day they got a gift, and especially not something so fancy. Maybe they'd make something nice for Carter in return. "Thank you, C-Carter. A-and your Papa too. Th-this is awesome."
{{Wearing :: Citrus Bliss}}
Oɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴇʟs ᴏғ ᴡᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ sᴛᴏʀᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ
Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғʟʏ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ
Pᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ʙᴜʀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ʙɪʀᴅs, ᴛʜɪs ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛs ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs
Sᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴍʏᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ!
Bɪʀᴅs-ᴇʏᴇ ᴠɪᴇᴡ, ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ
Wɪᴅᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ
Cʜᴀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇʀʏ
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡɪɴɢs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴜᴘ sᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
Sᴏ ʙɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ
Aɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ!
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2025 4:56 pm
xxxxxx /•xxxCharolette (Carter) McFallonxxxx-/-xx/-/xx-/-xxxxxxxxxxxx•–-/-â–Gryffindor. . . •› Fun Facts/-/( Lattes and Late Nights ) •
Carter smiled at Jazz as they opened their gift. She was grateful that the older Gryffindor liked it. "Don't worry about it. Just promise me next year that we will continue to do craft nights! This has been one of my favorite parts of the year, and I'm so happy I met you." She looked down at her toes, Carter's cheeks going red as she did. "Oh, and if you write letters over summer, or ya know have email, we can do that too?"
In a small whisper, she kicked her toe into the ground. "I'm going to miss you a lot, Jazz." It was true. Carter felt like she was returning to the Muggle world, and it would return to being small. She barely remembered to pack her wand for class, but at least she had something here. At home, it would be Sunday breakfast before church and working with her papa on antique projects. She really would miss her friend.
Where: Common Room
Thoughts: I hope Jazz likes my gift!
Who: Jazz
Outfit: [x]
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2025 5:30 pm
xx❉ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Gryffindor Common Room
xxx❉ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Carter!
xxxx❉ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Crafts Day!
xxxxx❉ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I'm gonna miss her too
Jazz was really excited by the colorful array of beads to add to their collection. But when Carter asked to promise they'd keep doing crafts night, the short-haired teen nodded enthusiastically. "Y-yes of course! I-I'll try to bring more c-crafts too!" They'd never end craft night, and they'd be happy to keep Carter in the loop on crafts too. Maybe they'd see if they could help mum at her shop to try and get a few quid together to get more supplies. Surely that'd work. Carter then asked about writing letters or sending emails, making Jazz worry a bit. "I... don't th-think we have any way t-to use the post. 'C-cause I d-don't have an owl. B-but I th-think my Mum's g-got email." But no matter what, Jazz would make sure to keep in touch... somehow.
Carter's next words were whispered, but Jazz felt them deep in their soul. Without waiting for an invitation, they pushed forward, pulling Carter into a big hug. "I'm go-gonna miss you t-too. But w-we'll see e-each other, 'kay?" Sure, it'd be really difficult to coordinate, but maybe the Governor lady would help her coordinate with Carter's family? Jazz was pretty sure the family van wouldn't make it to London, but maybe? Or maybe Carter lived closer? Sure, they didn't have a lot of answers, but they figured they could discover something that would keep them in contact with their buddies. After all, they'd made it work with Hattie last year, right?
{{Wearing :: Citrus Bliss}}
Oɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴇʟs ᴏғ ᴡᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ sᴛᴏʀᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ
Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғʟʏ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ
Pᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ʙᴜʀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ʙɪʀᴅs, ᴛʜɪs ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛs ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs
Sᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴍʏᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ!
Bɪʀᴅs-ᴇʏᴇ ᴠɪᴇᴡ, ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ
Wɪᴅᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ
Cʜᴀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇʀʏ
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡɪɴɢs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴜᴘ sᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
Sᴏ ʙɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ
Aɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ!
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